"Ohhhhh I don't know what you're doing but don't ever stop. You're-you're gobbling me up… you're taking every inch of cock and swallowing it up… Ohhhhhh…"

After a while, when the creme de menthe was gone, Connie ceased sucking briefly and raised her head. "Do you want to come in my mouth, Gil honey?"

"Do you – do you care?" he asked.

"No, darling. I just want to make you happy. If you want to come this way, you can. Then, we can fuck or whatever you want later. What do you say?"

Gil let out a gurgle, not quite a laugh. "Okay, okay," he rasped. "You twisted my arm. But-but I'll make it up to you, you'll see you'll see. Yes. Let me come this way – in your beautiful sucking mouth…"

"All right, sugar. Just lie back and let mama finish you off."

Once again, Connie poured the liqueur from the bottle so that it ran in rivulets down Gil's bone-hard shaft. Then she set about the loving task of cleansing the stiff rod dean of every trace. Better yet, she thought, maybe he would come before the last of the sweet-tasting liquid was gone. She had sucked her friend Rex once this way and he had achieved his orgasm while the liqueur still remained and the taste of the semen and the liquid had been exquisite – a drink to rival the most exotic cocktail imaginable! It had been thick in texture, like that of a brandy alexander or a grasshopper, but the flavor of the sperm had provided a tang that no bartender could ever hope to simulate.

Connie worked on and on, swallowing as she sucked, laying, cleansing, emitting appreciative sounds while Gil bucked and spasmed, nearly leaping from the bed.

At last, he began shuddering in a way that told be was approaching the finish. Good, she thought. The flavor of the mint was still strong on his eager wanger and she would have the pleasure of drinking a flavored load from her new lover. Her mouth gulped greedier in anticipation, waiting for the explosion of his balls and the stream of sperm that would spew from his prick. There, she thought. There, it's coming!